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[Felix Evans]

Name: Felix Carmine Evans Age: 19 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Faction: Neutral Occupation: College Student Playby: Tales of the Abyss, luke fon fabre Traits Positive Adaptable Friendly / Sociable Tactful Energetic Logical Careful Open-minded Negative Superficial / Plastic Chronic liar Prideful Controlling Wasteful Vain Greedy Upon initially meeting Felix, one will find he is a warm, social creature. Catering to any topic, desire, or habitat, he connects with others readily. The young man seems at least somewhat knowledgeable in a vast number of areas, and thus he doesn't just follow wherever a conversation goes. He is active in it. That being said, what one probably will only notice after is how careful he seems with his word choice. Felix has a knack for saying the right things to the right people, and one can gather from this that he has both a natural perceptiveness and natural agreeable personality. Overall, on first glance, he might appear a bit overly friendly and someone who may stick his nose into other people's business too readily, yet very few could fault him with anything more than that. A few extended periods with Felix will give better insight into who he is, but for this reason, Felix is known to keep things relatively short with others. He'll exchange civil words, kind gestures, and maybe even have a sit down snack with someone, but otherwise, he is rather flippant. One may catch him at a party for maybe a few minutes at a time before he's on to converse with someone else, and tying him down is difficult at best. He has too many ways of skipping out on conversations, and he puts them to use rather often. The only exception to this happens to be his best friend, Grayson, whom he is more than willing to talk to for extended periods of time. If forced into a long conversation of some sort, Felix starts to become pensive or restless. It's hard to get him to be serious on important topics, and his tone and actions reflect disinterest at best on such matters. He's one to switch topics rather quickly, his first go to being catalyzed by something in his environment. Despite this, he tends to be grossly logical on a number of topics, speaking them as truths and with an unnatural honesty in his tone. Many categorize this as bluntness, but he doesn't see it that way. Others just don't want to pay attention to facts, or so he seems to believe. This general logical air persists surprisingly deep in Felix's personality. To varying degrees, he likes absolutes and takes a general interest in math and matter laws. This has since been tainted by the gods' appearance as it seems the natural order of things has been turned on its head. Regardless, he is good with numbers and specifically money. Despite being a young adult, he already has a strong sense of finances and investments. While he still likes living off the family money, he could theoretically survive on his own with what he has put into various funds all on his own- not that he would ever admit this, of course. To say the least, Felix is not all that he appears to be. The warm personality he wears is nothing but a facade created for his own purposes. He is a social whore, someone that craves the attention and general interest of others to the point that he ignores everything else concerning said attention. It doesn't matter who it's from, whether from family or new friend, or if it happens to be positive or negative. He will take praise more willingly than disdain, but at the end of the day, it doesn't really matter all too much what he gets. He has an internal quota that must be filled, and he will do (almost) anything to get it. This is predominately why Felix is both so social and so flippant. Once his needs are met from one person or another, he scarcely cares about them enough to continue engaging in whatever it was he was doing. People don't mean much to him, and he rarely forms an actual opinion of others. They are just a means to an end, more frequently than not, and he doesn't normally want anything more than that. He doesn't want actual friends, mutual shared feelings, or even love, really. He wants his fixation and his freedom above all else. His desire for freedom is not necessarily a desire for independence. He likes the family money and likes what he can do with it. It puts him not only high on the social ladder but above just about every law and stipulation. He naturally sees himself above everyone in the room, and money becomes his excuse for it. He's had better raising, better teachers, better everything because he has money. It's only natural that thus he is better than everyone else. No one can readily tell him otherwise. As said before, while he could be monetarily independent by now, he doesn't necessarily choose to be, however. Why step away from a gold mine? Or so he questions. To him, it's the only real reason to stick around with the family. Felix's view of family has long since been skewed. He doesn't necessarily hate or love any of his siblings or his mother, but they might as well be strangers to him at the end of the day. He feels no innate connection towards them aside from being tied by the family money. He tolerates being around them and uses them for his attention fixes when he gets the chance, but none are on a higher pedestal than anyone else in the world. If he never saw them again, it wouldn't bother him too much, really. History Being born the fifth child of an affluent Boston family, Felix was well taken care of even in his earliest days. Despite this, with his siblings being so close in age and dividing his parents’ attention from the get go, he was raised mostly by rotational nannies. For an infant, this was less stress than it would be later in life, but unlike children who imprinted on the scents of a parent and were soothed simply by that smell being there, Felix held no charm towards one caretaker or another. The tender connections of parent and child wouldn't develop in Felix as they were too diluted with the images of other adults just as willing to give him what he wanted: attention, care, everything he could possibly want and then some. As many children his age do, the boy grew quickly in those years running before he was walking and babbling out half-words that wouldn’t be corrected for quite a while. Altogether, he was a bright eyed boy whom the servants managed to (somewhat) shield from his eldest brother’s temperament up until Christopher was sent to middle school. There may have been a few times when he had been hit or something of the like, but being as young as he was, Felix can’t remember them now and doesn’t really care either way. His world was a perfect one, filled with every kind of toy and game imaginable. On short stubby legs, he was remarkably fast always trying to make it outside for one adventure or another. To this day, there are plenty of servant-taken photographs of the boy running about in the yard though none of this would be in Felix's memories as he grew older. Felix’s earliest memories start years after his younger sister was born, right before he was to start elementary school. Unlike many children budding with anxiety on their first day, he stepped forwards adventurous and interested in those he would meet and the things he would see. He made friends easily, and his warm, easy-going yet adventurous personality had teachers smiling readily. Despite being a bit more physical than necessary, Felix was altogether not a bad student... at least initially. After a couple of months of schooling, he grew unruly taking the form of the class clown, and while his actions were never really serious, he still got in trouble for interrupting lessons. His mother was always quick to defend his case, however, and in the end, these little instances went uncorrected. In the end, his teachers could only try and moderate his volume if not his talking completely. Felix, however, only rarely bowed to this even. The older he got and the more he found her could get away with, the more rambunctious Felix became. His teachers found he had difficulty sitting still let alone following "boring" directions. Recess never came fast enough and never wore him out enough. He was always moving, talking, and spurning their efforts to control him with both his mother's help and the friends he made in class. He had inserted himself into a small group of noisemakers and troublemakers, but altogether, their antics weren't terrible- or so his mother kept insisting every time she went up to the school. Boys would be boys, and he would grow out of it soon enough, right? Right. The problem with that, however, was Felix never quite grew out of it. Perhaps his general antics diminished over time, but his social aspects only increased as time went on. He just wouldn't stop talking. As he aged, Felix grew more and more popular among his peers. While many children in the school were wealthy, few had the natural charisma and boldness Felix had. He could walk up to the quietest kid and hold a conversation as easily as he could the talkative ones. He prided himself with being well liked among them, even if his teachers thought him to be a growing headache. His lack of respect for authority was blatant as day, and they still could not exercise even the most basic of discipline without his mother ready to back him up. He was frustratingly defended on every level. Despite his popularity, Felix found enough attention was never enough. He knew everyone’s names, addressed them all in every situation, but his home life didn’t grant him what he craved at the time: constant familial attention. It felt like his father was always working, and his mother was always worried about his eldest brother. His siblings gave varying amounts of attention, but it didn’t suffice. He wanted more. He acted out a bit more in school, and while it did get him more attention, these moments were fleeting, and he often found himself left more frustrated than not. He turned more aggressively towards others, his peers, and started becoming the one to drag large groups around, go out to expensive places after more or less begging his mom or his dad to go. He amassed more and more friends, and somehow he thought it was enough back then. During this time, however, Felix also grew two faced. In order to maintain his friends, his connections, his whatever-he-wanted, he lied and cheated (and whatever else came with that). He was perfectly willing to rhetorically backstab, going behind others’ backs and talking about them to satisfy a conversation with one person or another. He became shallow, fake, and grossly superfluous to a lot of his peers. They humored him because he had power they didn’t by pulling the strings of his more emotional parent, but few liked him once it was all said and done. They knew what he was doing. He hadn’t perfected his lies yet. Even if he was a decently advanced elementary schooler, he was still young, after all. Felix was nine when he started growing his hair out. His teachers protested, but his mother rebottled that it was for Locks for Love. Despite his hair growing long and him never cutting it like he was supposed to, people stopped complaining. It seemed they had finally learned it was impossible to argue with an Evans. By the time he was ten, he was even dying and highlighting it. Dark red locks were brought up a couple of notches into an oragnish blond spectrum, and he liked it. Still, few argued, and Felix had won, or so he silently told himself. Like his siblings before him, when he was to start middle school, Felix was given a choice of what private school he wished to attend. Like his eldest brother, he decided to get far away from home. None of his peers followed, and he liked it that way. It was a chance to start over at a new school, and he relished the chances of starting his ‘games’ again fresh with a ‘more mature mind’ as he himself believed. Again he made friends with nearly everyone rather quickly. He legitimately liked playing the ‘nice guy’ the guy who would buy everyone things and be up for anything, but more than anything else, he did it for their attention. He wanted to be the center of attention, for their eyes to be on him and him only. This desire made him bend over backwards for people— even people he didn’t really like at all. Almost randomly, he joined the boy’s tennis and basketball and was relatively good at the prior. It earned him some generalized attention in one form or another, and he relished it. That year was also the year his father would get sick. He wouldn’t hear about it initially, considering he was away from home. However, when it finally reached him, Felix found a number of mixed feelings he didn’t know what to do with. Should he go home? Should he stay at school? Eventually, he would take leave from school and go home. However, it would only be a few days after that that his father passed away. Felix doesn’t really remember what happened after that; there was too much buzz in the house and movement to be had. What he does retain was that at some point, he would find himself sitting on the steps of the manor wanting desperately to go “home”. He wanted to ignore what had happened, to bury it and return to his little world where all that mattered was how many people were talking to him and how popular he was. When he did go back to school, Felix was… different. He felt different, estranged, somehow. It was as though his entire world had decided to turn on its head. People were trying to console him rather than talk about fun things they could do together. People were pitying him instead of playing with him. It made him sick and angry for reasons he couldn’t understand in himself. Almost thankfully, his mother decided to move the entire family down to Georgia, and that meant leaving the school as well. He remembers telling his ‘friends’ repeatedly over and over how much he would miss them and keep in touch, but he never once attempted to after the fact. Georgia was again something new for Felix, and he was able to drop the past behind him, or so he felt. He started at a different middle school and once again played the cards right to sit well with most of his peers. He joined the track team instead this time, and though he wasn’t the fastest, he could show off pretty damn well. Somewhere between then and the end of his middle school years, Felix had his first girlfriend. It was a short-lived experience and roughly emotionally scarred him for life for several reasons, but like with his father’s death, he boxed up the emotion and put it somewhere deep inside. He didn’t need such feelings, so he wouldn’t have such feelings. That became his mantra even as he obsessively catered to the feelings of everyone else around him so that they might unwittingly feed into his growing fixations. Entering high school, Felix continue to bounce around from person to person, making connections with whatever peer happened to catch his eye. In this way, he started talking to a quiet boy named Grayson, and for whatever reason, Felix always ended up coming around to talk to him again. They transitioned from random acquaintances to friends sometime into freshman year, but not even Felix would really realize how deep their friendship would affect him. For whatever reason, unlike those he talked with, made ‘friends’ with and the like, Grayson somehow managed actually matter to him, to mean something more to him. Felix could never describe what exactly ‘more’ was, but he couldn’t outright mentally validate that Gray was just another face in the crowd either. He actually liked having him around in general. That was kinda weird. Further into high school, Felix transitioned from the track team to tennis again. His outgoing mannerisms and apparent bright demeanor earned him quite a number of otherwise friends, and in general, he was about as popular as he was in middle school. Those that thought of him as just the social butterfly and avoided him for this were actually right and probably healthier at the end of the day with him not in their lives. He played with the feelings of numerous ‘dates’ and ‘girlfriends’ and even maybe one or two ‘boyfriends’, but it was never anything serious. At the very least he knew how to treat people, so they really couldn’t call him a bad person- just a … not very committed one. That was, at the end of the day, what he was generally known for. He was a “good person” but “not very committed”- to anything or anyone, really. Few probably realized there were a lot more issues than commitment under Felix's belt. When he finally graduated, Felix took up his mother’s suggestion to go to Barclay where he’d be put up in a nice suite all paid for. He started taking core classes due to being without an aim otherwise. When the event occurred, and he was offered a wish, he bitterly laughed and wished for a his hair dye to stay forever and for his hair to remain healthy overall. His wish was granted, and he was given an insignia thereafter. Insignia Level 1 Felix's insignia is on his right bicep and hand in the form of a Tribal Griffin Tattoo. It glows a soft red when he is using his power. Passive / Familiar - Archer is am adult bald eagle, about the size of a standard male. He stands an average of 3 feet, has a wing span of 6 feet, and weighs in at 9 pounds. He speaks to Felix through a shared mental connection but otherwise just tends to shriek at people to startle them. Griffin Summon - level 1 - When Felix activates his insignia, his familiar, Archer, shifts from a bald eagle into a small sized griffin. His shoulder height remains the same though his body extends backwards now almost another foot carrying the general back portions of something more reminiscent of a house cat than a lion. His tail even ends abruptly like a house cat's as well. His front claws become larger and sharper, and his beak is a big larger than previous. His wing span extends to a full 7 feet so that he can remain flying still with a minor gain in weight. He is nowhere hear ride-able size nor does he have any extra power aside from this transformation into something mildly more deadly than before. Baring Felix has enough energy to keep him transformed, Archer can keep this from for a fifteen minute duration. It can be used up to four times a day and not in succession. Extra He grows his hair out long for most of the year but has a habit of chopping it off at random intervals. OOC OOC Name: Nai How did you find us?: the force Other Characters: Save me.

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